We’ve been in Karsis for a few days now. The others have been very busy exploring the city, but, that is to say, I think that The Tipsy Giant is nice too. Plus, I was pickpocketed when I went out into the city-not that I mind, I mean they probably needed it more than I do-so it’s probably for the best that I stay put. And, uh, this way everybody knows where I am, so if they need help they can uhm find me. And I’ve been taking care of everybody’s belongings when they want to go into the poorer neighborhood of Karsis-I wonder they were pickpocketed too?
A half-elf named, uhm, Imian has joined us now. He plays some very wonderful music on his rebek. I wish I could play an instrument like he does. I think he wants to play at the theatre, but nobody has payed him enough attention so far. I don’t know why-I would want him to play for me everyday. When we told Imian about how we were tasked to, uhm, find the Staff of Regulus, he thought that the King was probably evil and…and…I’m not sure what else, but even that he is evil is enough to worry me. I couldn’t be fooled like that, could I?
In lighter news, we also met a wonderful woman, Cora, who says that she is a Sea Elf. I’ve never heard of a Sea Elf before. The city sure has some interesting people. She got to meet the High Priest! And then when she came back she had a ring of his that he had given to her! And she offered it to me! Such kindness and generosity…I have to endeavor to be more like her. And, Pelor granting, I’ll get my own chance to visit the High Priest.
Thinking on Cora reminds me that her and I found…found some poor soul at the bottom of the well two days ago. To die in such a horrible place…I hope he found his way to Pelor’s side.
I have to keep hoping that Garem is alive and well too. I continue to pray.